Tears Of The Forest

TEARS OF THE FOREST

by Lori Mellott

As I slowly walk in this warm-blooded, vibrant, lush ,green forest fragrant with the scents of cedar, pine and a plethora of flowers all lovingly kissing me, I inhale the pungent, pleasing scent of earth enfolding me in Mother Earth's loving embrace. All that surrounds me pulsates and ripples with the melodious rhythms of life.

As I strip and stand contemplatively in the midst of this unending beauty, my senses pause, absorbing the exotic, erotic, beauty of it all. Hugging sister cedar tree I feel her heartbeat bursting with rich, robust life! She is strong and happy! Gazing at her I see her uncompromising strength, her magnificent size speaks to my soul telling me she has stood sentinel here for many, many moons

Listening to all her voices, I hear my feathered relations singing and nesting, bringing new life forth from the safety of her luxuriant hair. Her sweet, gently spirit speaks to my soul of spiritual freedom and honoring of the spirits. "Protect and treasure it" are the words and feelings flowing into my soul

Breathing deeply of the acoustically scented air, the sacred cedar's breath calms, cleanses, blesses and bolsters my spirit, giving me clarity of thought and renews my inner being. Contentment and connection flow within my spirit. All is walking in beauty

The harmony and tranquility of this sacred, honored place is suddenly shattered by the horrific, thoughtless intrusion of modern technology! An ominous sound echoes throughout this sacred haven, a sound that promises death! a chainsaw! Big. Loud. Deadly. It is here to keep its deviant promise Its mechanical teeth, honed to razor sharpness glint in father suns brilliant light, flashing its message of death to all Mother's children. The mechanical blood of this steel demon drips silently onto the ground below polluting all it touches, finding yet another way to kill

The human force guiding this instrument of death's construction tightens its ghastly white grip and stands in front of my beloved and beautiful sister with grinning anticipation. It cannot wait to destroy this Mothers child!

The sharpened chain teeth bite viciously, mercilessly into her soft, yielding, tender flesh

I feel my spirit weep and shudder with anger, pain and disbelief as sister cedar calls out to me in unendurable pain and agony, "why, Why do they do this to me?" She shudders, cracks and stumbles as she sings her death song and dances her death dance. She is falling, falling to Mother Earth below. Before she strikes the ground I weepingly watch as her body slowly, painfully sheds the tears of the forest onto Mother Earth. Cascading down as if in slow motion, they know the end is here. Gentle as a feather they alight on the forest floor.

A final unforgiving crack, groan and thunderous roar and my vibrant, beautiful sister cedar lies on a soft bed of moss, silent. Still. Still. Blinded by my tears, I find my way to her side and gently, lovingly stroke my fallen sister and feel her strong spirits fire fade. Oh, sister, I feel your pain and muted sorrow! I only I could stop it, change this path!

The human creature again grasps the instrument of death and destruction and gladly walks on to its next condemned victim. And the next... the creature smiles maniacally, finding in these mindless, needless deaths, perverse, sadistic joy

Sister cedar, I cry for your death and the death of all the children you will never bear! Barren sorrow crowds my spirit, darkens my soul! You have stood watch over these majestic woods for centuries and now your wise, sweet voice is quelled. Forever,

How do I stop the many human creatures from delivering deaths swift blows? Oh, I cry dear, dear fallen sister, I , too, shed the tears of the forest onto Mother Earth. For you and all Mother's children, whose lives all to the human creatures deadly white mission

"What can I do sweet sister?" I feel as if my hands are chained, poverty, inaction shackle my spirit. Beseechingly, I pray to the Grandfathers, Grandmothers and sister cedar's spirit as the wind blows gently from the East. "Much" whispers east wind, "Much"

Grandfather is in shadow tonight,yet I feel his silent presence-that ageless,gentle,loving presence.
About a half hour ago,I was outside,and heard an Owl's call several times. Oh,how glorious a sound. How haunting,and primal. How utterly compelling; and,re-assuring-for what reason,I don't know.
I am of the night. I am most in my element at the hours after night has settled in. I feel a deep vibration that resonates with who I am. The silence,the wondrous stillness is nourishment and vitality for me.
there is a night fire-unearthly,and equaled only by the power of the ocean's ever-moving waters. There is a solitary path which only I may walk with Grandfather.
He comes in many forms,but always,it is he-beloved son of the Ancients-who walks with me.

When Grandfather comes in Dream Time,sometimes I see things out in deep space,things mans telescopes never see. I walk effortlessly far beyond our planetary systems. The sense of being home is awesome.
Every step offers yet a new bend in the road; and, wondrous are the things I see. I know that Skippingstone's return to my life has opened a path I must follow,until I leave the earthly plane.My very soul trembles to contemplate this journey thus far; and that, yet to unfold before me. We make the journey together,there is no other way.
We have been thru many incarnations,so shall we remain connected;thus, where one is,there the other will be. How wondrous, how gracious is our Creator.

Thank You Grandfather

Aside from the gift of you in my life,the old one is so precious to me.He is here with me often and we share countless moments in silence,and wanderings;while others sleep,we watch,and dream,and wait.His presence is calming,his vision refreshing,his gift so priceless,so beyond words.Thank you Grandfather.

Journey of ,"The Young One"

From the furthest reaches of all the countless universes,there comes a soft whispering.It's vibration moves in wave upon wave of light.It's silent passage shall find it's destination. It's purpose shall be realized.Finally,the light descends,and comes to rest at the entrance of a cave.Within the cave,sits an old one.The eyes reflect the light hovering outside.
To the right of the old one rests a young one sleeping.The old one nods his head,and awakens the young one.With eyes full of sleep,the young one arises and approaches the cave's entrance.The light takes the form of a woman.The young one goes to her and receives that which rests upon the palm of her extended hand.The young one nods in respect and thanksgiving.The woman speaks,"Look at the ring. Allow it to touch your inner-vision. It will speak to you with great clarity."
The young one looks at the ring,which then begins to form a spiral of light around the young one.Still focused on the ring,the young one notes gems of diamond,garnet,jade,and pearl. Again the woman speaks,"Within you are the elements of each gems power...it's voice and it's vision.Hear it's voice and behold it's vision.Both will guide and sustain you." The young one answers with a smile,as the light ascends back into the deep night skies.Returning to the cave,the young one finds the old one gone;and,in the stead of the old one wait two pillars of fire.
The young one places the multi-gem-ed ring between the two pillars. A sudden vortex lifts the pillars of fire,with the ring,and carries all to the outside of the cave.
The young one runs to the outside of the cave,finding only silence and rocky ledge. The young one falls to trembling knees,crying out to the night skies,"Where is the old one? Why am I left here alone?"
Again,a whispering reaches the young one,"You are not left alone. Never is mine left alone. Sleep. The dawn comes soon. At first light begin your journey. Find your way to where the multi-gem-ed ring will lead you."
The young one lay prone at the entrance of the cave,drifting ever deeper on wave after wave of light . The old one sits near the sleeping one...softly humming.

For Akasa Wolfsong

>You are so intricately woven into my life,I cannot recall when you were not.I could no more walk without you than I could stop breathing.I know and I understand that we've always walked together...as do you.That is how it is,and will always be.I know we'll always be there for each other;and,you know it as well.
There's no explaining this awesome gift,it just is.I can merely whisper,"Thank you God,for this timeless friend,as often as possible.Please know how much you have given into my life...all of which is a Sacred Privilege for me.

The gift of you is one of the most precious gifts I have ever received.I treasure this gift always and,The Giver.We have been brought together for reasons reaching far beyond ourselves.What a glorious journey !

From your Flannel Robe Sister

Harvest Prayer

You, O God, are the Lord of the mountains and valleys. You are my mother and my father. You have given rain to make the corn grow, and sunshine to ripen it. Now in your strength the harvest begins.

I offer you the first morsels of the harvest. I know it is almost nothing compared with the abundance of the crop. But since you have provided the harvest, my gift to you is only a sign of what you have given to me.


You alone know how many suns and moons it will take to finish reaping. You alone know how heavy the crop will be. If I work too hard and too fast I forget about you, who gave me the harvest. So I will work steadily and slowly, remembering that each ear of corn is a priceless gift from you.

Sacred Fire

Grandfather looks heavenward at this hour. His gaze is steady and intense. I need to walk the path. Grandfather walks with me. The stillness is wonderful and refreshing. He hums softly. The vibration of the humming seems to open my sight to images of golden fields of wheat moving/swaying by the soft winds.
Raven calls. His graceful form moves effortlessly against a clear blue sky.He circles several times,then disappears among the grove of tree's nearby.
Now,I see a mountain range. It's slopes bare traces of snow. So silent,so massive.Eagle soars above it's summit.His call reverberates far and wide.Oh,how good to hear these blessed voices.I've missed their call.I've missed seeing them in their own respective element...such power and grace.
Grandfather and I walk on in stillness.He stops suddenly;and with a stick,traces a circle into the earth.He takes the pipe and moves it over the circle several times.He indicates to me that we should stand together inside the circle.As I step in to join him,the circle begins to move.Grandfather's eyes tell me to focus on his eyes,not the moving circle.I do. I feel the moving increase,even faster.He begins to hum again.The moving stops suddenly.I'm standing at the edge of the ocean. The waters are so calm.A voice whispers,"Little Sister,open your eyes." She stands before me. Her smile more radiant than the sun. "Come,she whispers." It's time to dance.The drums begin.She turns to the West. The sun is merely moments from setting. She whispers again,"Come," and takes my hand.The drums increase in pace and volume.I feel the familiar spiraling as it surrounds me.
She speaks,"We'll dance before the Ancients. We'll dance in the midst of the Sacred Fire. Come!"
Now,we're approaching a camp fire.The flames are so alive,so hypnotic,so timed to the drums.Several persons stand to receive us.She speaks,"Greeting beloved of the beloved.We come in answer to your call. We rejoice to be part of the Sacred Dance." We are made welcomed,and invited to enter with in the Sacred Circle. She turns her gaze toward me. She whispers,"Look deeply thru these portals, and enter with-in." Again,the spiraling begins and I am lifted up into the night sky.She whispers,"Listen to the drum. It is a single voice come to deliver a message.Listen closely, little sister."
I look for her, but see only the night sky.Suddenly,a single drum sounds.It's slow,steady beat comes ever nearer,until I feel a presence.Words fall gently and clearly before me.I can see the words take shape to form images. The words reveal wisdom and joy.
Each word and it's image reflects many life-forms,many seasons,many journeys.Unique and part of the whole message.I see a new world rising in the East. I feel a new life essence being poured out into and throughout the cosmos. I see dying suns and moons replaced by new ones.I see the skies tremble,and stars(unseen before,) appearing. All this wrapped in warmth,and light,and stillness.
The drum is now silenced,but I can feel it's vibration reverberating thru my entire being.She whispers,"Come,little sister."Soon it will be sunrise."I look at her,and see we are again at the waters edge."Please sing that song for me," I ask.She replies,"Sleep, little sister. I will sing your song.It is,after all,your song that I sing.
Again,I find myself on the path. As she sings,I'm met by Grey wolf. Within that song we are held,and walk in the wondrous stillness.As I make my way down the path to home,Grey wolf stops,lowers his head slightly,and walks away,back to the woods.Her voice continues to sing,somewhere deep within me.

When I was very young and I first started to travel,long before Grandmother,Grandfather and the Ancients began to appear to me, in Dream time,I heard
these words spoken,"There are so many treasures."
here are the questions I asked and the answers I got .
Q.What treasures do you mean?
A."Each dimension, or level of consciousness has it's own treasures."

Q.Please give me examples.
A."While we converse,you experience(in many ways,) the treasure of communion,which is not of the earth plane.Your physical body is passive during this communion. A higher level of sense overrides the physical;yet,what you experience is no less valid,no less real,as is your physical body.This is something you already know.'

Q.How,who,initiates this communion?
A."The invitation is given.You choose to accept or not."

Q.Is there any danger(remotely or at hand,)to me should I choose to accept?
A."No! The invitation is offered only to those who are long prepared to accept."

Q.What is the preparation?
A."It is a process that evolves from before the 1st incarnation,up to(and including,) the current one.During each respective incarnation,there are fleeting glimpses of previous incarnation(s) given.
Some will dismiss those glimpses. Some simply cannot make a connection.Some find them amusing, only in passing. The few,(comparably speaking,) claim the images,and ponder their validity...all the while,recognizing(at a higher level of awareness,) that the images are not only valid,but vital to their personal evolution. Thus,the images serve to prepare one for the visitations to increase and intensify."

Q.Is one left to experience such visitations on their own,so to speak?
A."Only at the physical realm does the word "alone" have a place; and, that is only possible,by choice.
In reality,you are an integral part of the whole and complete.Consider ,for a moment;While on the earthly plane you live among countless people,near and far.Some you know,while many,many more you will never meet.You know this in countless ways;yet you also know the latter have ever been with you,from your 1st incarnation unto the present.Thus,"alone" is non-relevant.
When it is time to make the transition from the earthly plane,you are prepared by those who will accompany you home.

Q.When I experience a visitation do I leave my physical body?
A."No!You remain in the physical realm,while the higher consciousness(the REAL you,) steps beyond the earthly plane.It is this very fact that should clarify for you,the false notion of"alone."

Q. How many levels of consciousness are there?
A."There are as many levels as is necessary to bring you to fruition,to that whole and complete state.All of which,depends on how many times you will incarnate,in order to complete your mission."

What other treasures are there?
A."I suggest you study closely the previous dream time travel you have experienced. I will say,however,each level of the conscious,each incarnation,(which is one and the same,)Holds it's own unique"treasure." It is part of your mission to recognize each,and use it for the greater good.

Q.Can one choose not to incarnate again?
A. No! Because you chose to make this journey. You committed yourself to this noble mission involved.You were offered this mission with full knowledge of what would be involved.
With each incarnation,you have left some sign(image) of the previous incarnation,which you would call upon to help you re-focus whenever the clouds of confusion,might overwhelm you.(One of the 'treasures" of your 1st few incarnations.)

Q.Thank you,these insights are deeply appreciated. May we meet again,for further discussion?
A.When you need to do so.

Q.Who are you? Are you a guide,an Angel?
A. I am you...you,who is from before forever. I am you..."you," who are the greater love,the greater good. I am "you,"You,here on the earthly plane,who will continue to expand your true essence,ever deeper and wider...

More of ,"The Multi-Gemmed Ring

Someone is near-by. This person tells me that this is a return visit;and, others await my arrival. Ahead of me waits my guide - GreyWolf, the four legged. He turns and walks ahead of me . We move soundless among the ancient giant trees.
The voice of Owl can be heard in the distance.Occasional streaks of Moonlight pierce the great forest to touch a rock ,or a tree stump along the path . The drums are beating a subdued chant .


The GreyWolf slows his pace, then stops . He turns his head toward me. His eyes catch a bit of the moon's light . I see the fleeting bits of red sparks in those all-knowing eyes,and, then - he is gone .
The drums increase. The wind pushes thru the great trees. It's voice more clear and emphatic. I'm being shadowed ( sort of ) by a large animal, whose step is soundless. I know it's Panther. She allows me ( now) to see her sleek, graceful form , and hear her low, occasional purr-like voice. She enters the path a short distance ahead of me, and walks on .

We reach a clear,partially open space. Panther turns her head,and as her eyes meet mine, she changes form . A woman, about 5ft ,8 inches tall stands before me . Her hair bound in a single braid rests upon her right side . The aura of this beautiful woman is striking. She wears a dark colored dress that reaches below her knees. She wears nothing on her feet .She holds an object in her palmed hands.
I step closer to her . The object she holds is the multi -gem-ed ring. Amazed, I ask her , " have we not met before ?" She answers, "Yes, DancingFire. At the temple of many lights. I stood in the midst of the pillars of lights, and presented this ring to you via one of my young attendants ."
" You see the newest gem of the cats eye is included . You now begin to develop the cats vision ability. Note the unswerving confidence of the cat's gaze. Note also , the utter stillness of the cat's body when it's gaze is fixes on it's subject . Observe, your newly acquired feline . He is gift. he will teach you much , merely by his own presence, and your close observation. Know, it is not by chance that he has come to share your journey .

" Look into my eyes, while I place the cat's eye against your forehead ." I see the depths in her eyes, and feel the gem against my forehead . A sudden brilliant something seems to split my head apart. I feel tremendous heat streaming from the center of my head . It moves like liquid fire, and fragments into countless rays of colored light .
I'm moving upward in a circular fashion. High above the great forest, far beyond the stars. there's awesome , soul-shattering music. It surrounds me. It's alive,and holding me in it's arms .It smiles at me , and whispers, " I am the voice of your ancient soul. Your soul fashioned by Father/Mother God comes forth to speak it's word, to lift your consciousness to higher levels . You will, very soon, realize a heightened awareness, and increase of extraordinary vision that will initially astound you . Be at peace with it . Allow it to come . Move with it . It is you, as you were before the stars were named .

" Listen closely to the music. Allow it to permeate you body, your surroundings. Give thanks to Great Spirit for the gift of ancient , timeless origin, from which great love and wisdom flows. Remember always who you are, and why you are here . The gift is universal, for universal purpose . It is time for you to return . Be assured that we will meet again soon, and , speak further. Go , in love and peace. Wait for the cat's eye to be placed in your hand . It comes to validate , to re-reinforce, to nourish and sustain you in a new phase of your journey.
There is a low hum-like sound surrounding me . It's carrying me away ? Not sure . I'm being led by the GreyWolf to the edge of the great forest. The drums, barely audible, bring me back home . I feel so tired, so drained , so completely silenced .

Pathway to the Dreamer

Grandfather looks heavenward at this hour. There is an Aura of serenity about him . I "see" The Dreamers energy emanating with ever-widening expanse . I feel Grandfathers hand resting upon my shoulder. We're waiting... The silence is a deep, pulse of harmony; and , alive with soft rays of color...Like the prism. Each ray is a pathway , a threshold to other dimensions .
There comes a rush of wind ...The sound is nearly deafening. In it's wake a translucent sphere appears. I see layer after layer lifting free of the sphere, until there remains a gold spinning orb .
Focus your attention upon the gold object. it is means by which you may enter Dream-time. The outer layers represent the many different dimensions of Dream-time, which you have already known .
" With-in the gold object you will see yet another gold object . This inner-sphere moves counter-clockwise . It is a mechanism by which you are transported to the pathway of transparency...A state of invisibility that enables you to move freely in an instant, to where you must be for a given reason .
" Your physical frame remains visible only to those who receive you . To the others around you , you simply are unseen . Those who receive you , unknowingly await your appearance ; there, your appearance is not a shock to them .
" This state of invisibility, ( or elevated level of consciousness,) is very beneficial to your physical body , because it undergoes a process of renewal. Each component is re-energized and aligned to the proper elemental level.
While in this dimension of Dream-time, you may feel completely at rest; yet ; you are actively involved in what you are sent forth to do. It could be intervention of some sort , it could be to guide someone . It could be a mission to console the grieving. it could be to assist in restoring sense of worth / purpose to one who languishes.
Once your work is finished, you return to full physical form and substance. After you are fully rested, then you return to your earthly path ; however ; you return quite different than when you left .To put it simply, you have died to a degree;and have at the same time , entered a new level of maturity . This Maturation process is so necessary , and , intricately part of your transfiguration process.
Never fear any
of the above, for your guides attend your coming and going . Be at peace in this .

"Touch The Fire"

My mind is wandering. Words float in and out of mind ..." I need to touch the fire ", Whatever that means.And now , i hear drums...distant, muffled. I wish you could hear the drums. They're a constant, a comforting presence. Does that make any sense to you ?Yes, of course , The womb, the universal pulse, the primal voice of Mother God. Well , she's here. She is present . She presents , ( to me ) an image of a woman dancing. Long dark hair glistens in the muted fire of the torches. Her eyes are closed. She comes from Dream-Time . She moves so gracefully, so reverently, yet , with great passion .Around her gathers veils of many colors- vibrant, alive , electric .Through the veils forms emerge and form a circle around the woman. While she dances clockwise, the forms dance counter clockwise. From elsewhere a voice sings a most haunting song . The vibration of the singing becomes an irresistible cadence flowing thru me . She approaches me ... her eyes open ; flashes of brilliant blue sparks seem to issue forth toward me . Oh my , the woman is you - you hold out your hand to me , and take my hands firmly.You walk backward slowly.
You speak... answer the question in my mind, " No, you're not dreaming...Not how you imagine dreaming to be . You do need to touch the fire , again . Come ! Grandmother waits." We walk side -by-side , thru, the veils of many colors. As we pass thru the veils, the drums begin that familiar beat ...so intense, and with sense of great purpose.
You're speaking in a language unknown to me, as we walk . Suddenly, Raven appears and takes his place on your right shoulder . We approach a small hut. Inside, i see a circle of white stones that holds a fire safely. We sit down near the fire . I notice Raven is no longer on your shoulder, but i cant recall seeing him leave .
There's a noise... a rustling, a faint breeze. You look at me and smile. You rise to your feet. I do the same, and turn around to see Grandmother standing there .She steps close to you , and holds you in her arms briefly, yet emphatically. The two of you come to me , and we sit down around the circle of fire . raven now sits on Grandmothers shoulder .
" You must touch the fire, Dancingfire." Grandmother tells me . She continues , "Look into the circle of fire . let the flame take you within itself . As you enter , you will recall how you became the flame , long , long ago . You will know now , as you knew then , the power , which the flame is for you , in you , and through you to others .It is gift. You know that once such a gift is given, it is in you always. I know how difficult it can be to walk between two worlds, as do you . However, it is time to focus on the flame - the Gift .It is time to enter , to merge , to become one with the flame. Then you will understand why you are Dancingfire .Our names always speak a hidden message . Our names are not chosen randomly; instead, they are chosen, for what they are ... sacred, eternal expression of the Great Spirit who first called you by this name .
It is now very quiet. You, and Grandmother each hold one of my hands. The drums begin anew . Measured, deep , vibrating throughout me . The flame increases higher and wider . I'm moving toward it's center . Voices begin to chant as i enter the flame . Then , there is no sound. I see nothing. I'm caught up into a circling moving wind ? Not sure . It is so rapid. It all ends abruptly. i am alone on the cliffs; yet, I sense a presence. I call out, " Who are you ?Come closer so i may see you ."
" Here i am ", you call .I see you on the beach below. " Come down here . Lets dance in the surf ". You say with a joyous lilt to your voice . I begin to walk the path down to where you are . As I walk toward you , you say to me , " You are truly Fire Dancing ". Again you seem to chuckle, as you lead me into the surf.

The Coming of Grandfather

My Indian friend has my attention tonight. By candlelight his expression speaks of, " Father ". His eyes look at me, but his vision is beyond ...way beyond. He has seen so much of all that his earthly journey has revealed. Now, having passed beyond all of it, his vision reaches other worlds. Worlds of the Dreamers. He is listening to the chanting of his ancestors, He follows the flight of the Eagle. At his side walks the shadow of a Greywolf - companion here on this earth, and way beyond. The two walk softly and in peace... Thru moonlit paths of forest, along riverbeds, and on toward the great mountain. No sound do they make as they make their way toward the summit. There is no need to hurry .

Standing there at the summit, the " Father" greets the full moon, and blesses its sacred light. He blesses Four Winds as their presence moves over his countenance. The Greywolf remains at his side. The Father smiles and lifts his right arm up and outward. He holds the pipe in his fist. From within his fragile frame, a strong powerful noise begins to rise outward. His singing reverberates -borne on the four winds, the singing flows far and wide. Deep into the long night the " Father " stands unmoving. He listens to his ancient ones,' response, and tears form in his eyes to slowly descend onto his cheeks.

At first light, the eagle soars above the summit, and beholds the pipe resting on the cliff. On the second pass, the eagle retrieves the pipe and makes its way to the valley below.
The elders gather at the hut of the father to make sure the pipe is where it belongs. Having thanked the ancients they go on their way ...smiling in secret. They know...

In Great Spirits Presence

It's a quiet moment, a moment that brings to mind the quiet of sunset at the beach. I see the ebb and flow of ocean waves that capture the slices of golds and pinks of the sky, and carry them across the endless expanse of the great waters only to fling them upon rock and sand.
Oh, Great Spirit, How wondrous is your presence, your power, and your endless ways of creating all that lives to ever greater heights.
Just walk the beach. Enjoy the refreshing salty mist rising from the foamy waters borne by the gentle winds. Feel the coolness of wet sand beneath your feet. See the fading light play itself out in the distant forest and hills until there is merely a small faint glow. Quickly, the evening sky emerges bearing endless array of diamond stars.
Oh yes, we've seen the same before, but never are two the same. Each bares its own particular color and design.
It is a place where the physical elements of all living are set aside, and the soul (the true essence of all that lives,) comes forth to join the great dance in celebration, to honor Great Spirit.
Peace to all my Sisters and Brothers. May each of you rest quietly, and awaken wholly new in love and joy, until the sun moves into Western skies to bring us once more into this glorious moment with Great Spirit... DancingFire Brenda

The Cave

There is no need to linger here any longer, so I take my leave . Not to ocean, or the great forest, but to the cave . She's there, waiting for me . her song is so soothing, so warm and assuring .
As I enter , she motions to me . I go and sit down facing her . between us a small fire crackles as flames wrap around tender twigs and small branches. The scent of pine and cedar permeate the air .
She continues her singing, and fixes her gaze upon me . I feel myself slipping away . The veils of unknowing gather around me and carry me into the deepening silence . Yet , her song seems to be borne along with me. I've assumed the fetal position . Slowly, the singing fades, and is gone . After a while, I hear voices whispering my name, telling me to stand up, and open my eyes .
I find myself standing at the edge of a pool of water .


The waters move in a circular fashion. I'm directed to enter the pool . The water is warm . It holds my and draws me ever-deeper with-in itself . The sense of loving peacefulness inundates me . Someone comes near, and tells me to follow. Further into the waters depths we move . Flashes of irredesant colors seem to illuminate the way .
Drums begin...Intense, commanding. Ahead, I see a gateway . As we approach , and enter , two people come to us , and place upon my forehead a band of cloth upon which is an emblem. the drums begin a rolling cadence that echoes repeatedly. I'm instructed to follow the two people. We move soundlessly along a wide corridor of diffused light .

We enter an arched doorway. The two people are no longer with me . Suddenly, everything changes. I'm no longer in the room. I'm at the beach. The surf is strident, as is the wind .
The night sky is ablaze with stars . The new moon rides silent and watchful. The drums return to their intense, commanding beat .
I'm wondering where i am , and why ? I seem to be so alone . I sense that i am waiting - The reason yet unknown to me .Without notice, the wind abates, the surf eases down to a mere whisper. The drums cease. The silence offers it's own pulse. Again, I hear her singing .
She sings of old moons passing, and new moons rising . She sings me to her presence . Seated on a ledge, she calls me to her . " My child , I am the Mother of all that lives . You are called here to receive new clarity of vision . As your eternal Mother , I bring you forth to new life .
" All things have accelerated this pace . Time is of the essence on the earth side . The emblem you wear on your forehead is my signature , which empowers you to do your work . You will prepare those whom are sent to you , in order that they may realize their own mission , and the urgency of that mission to commence .
" Many, you will meet Not IN PHYSICAL FORM. Only a very few on the earth side will understand your message. The others will move on unaware of you . Let them go their way . Their path will lead them to where they must be , in due course.
" Place the palm of your left hand to my forehead . "
I place my left hand to her forehead. Immediately, I see the drums. They have the form of the human heart. I can see the living pulse moving in familiar cadence . With each beat the sound transforms into waves of energy that ripples outward, one after another in endless fashion.
I see mountains and valleys tremble as this energy passes over and thru them . I see ocean waters ebb and flow in unison with the pulsing energy .I see sun risings, sun sets, planets also pulsing as this energy reverberates endlessly outward .
Without warning, the cry of Grey wolf shatters this vision. I now see his massive form on the ledge where she had sat.
Three times he lifts his head up and calls. I try to speak , but am without voice .
He turns and looks toward me . Suddenly, a tremendous rushing sound envelopes me . Then , all is silent . I'm returned to the earth side. Again, I'm quite alone . I feel something in my closed left hand. I open my hand, and amazingly, see a starfish .

If You Want T0 Know More About Me

If You Want To Know More About Me ....
If you want to know who I am in my core , I offer you this letter written to me by someone very close to my heart....
She writes:
I do appreciate your thoughtfulness by calling me . Knowing that you are safe , and otherwise OK, comes with caring .
You see, I waited 65 years for my true sister to arrive. She is so very precious and vital to my living . Permit me to tell you about her . She is real ... genuine to the core. She is as fascinating as anyone could ever be . I love the Wild Child, who is as free as the wind . I love the serious , contemplative woman who allows no mystery to escape her scrutiny . One time , she looks average ; but ,do not be fooled; because in a heartbeat, her American Indian self stands before you , and there's no denying her Ancient soul, which comes into presence .

Even her eyes change to a dark hue, and her physical presence is ( totally), reflection of her heritage. Then , you know she is far superior to the average, ( which i think , could be a form of camouflage ) and she lives where most people cannot imagine , to even exist.
When the warm spring days arrive, my sister will be first ... a butterfly, flitting wherever she pleases. Next, she will walk as noiseless as a deer, thru the woods...Inhaling the sweet scents of spring ,hunt for signs of new growth, and delight in all of it . I suspect she may even dance, and offer a chant or two , when so inclined .

She is ever , a special joy, and so profound a blessing to my life . Make no mistake, she is actually aware of the world around her ; and true to her heritage , she feels deeply, the wounds that tear at the very soul of Mother Earth. She shares the inexpressible pain as nations rise up against each other , in the name of some insane cause .

She abhors any injustice for any reason . She does not tolerate greed or hatred .She will stand and be heard , if necessary .
I could never hope to find anyone to be even one sixteenth of who she is . This one , who comes from before time , is the totality of what i would choose to be my sister, my friend, my mentor, my counselor , my guide .
This is far from adequate expression of WHO my sister truly is , and WHY I love and cherish her ; however, you can appreciate what i am able to convey. I leave all that remains beyond words in silence. It belongs there .

I hope you enjoyed reading this ..When i received this letter , i was stunned, humble. I could not imagine this kind of love and respect...About me ?? I thought ...I am just an average person..But i guess no-one that has been put here by the Creator is ever really average ...I walk my path and live according to my core , I keep the way alive in all i do , but mostly ...I am just being who i am ..Love and Peace ...And Great Blessings for you and all your Kin from God and Great Spirit ...May you all walk in love and Peace and I hope you all have that ONE special friend ,who loves you unconditionally and can make your Spirit soar on the wings of such love...Dancingfire

The Dream...The Reality...

The night is quiet. The music wraps around me-gentle,soothing...To calm and restore.
As I drift off...I see Grandfather in the distance. he looks heavenward. His countenance is serene,thoughtful. He sees into the endless depths of knowing,and feeling, of that which stands beyond this place. He walks far beyond this place of fear and greed, of confusion and destruction. Through his eyes, i also see and rejoice, to walk through sunlit fields, or drink from pure flowing waters, or press my face against the rough bark of a tree, or sleep on beds of pine needles and velvet moss.

With him , I walk the beach at sunset... the moist sand beneath my feet...the ocean breeze moving gently around me ...feel the ebb and the flow of the swirling surf around my ankles.
I came here seeking nothing. I only desire to be here ...Now. it is sufficient. It is so sweet. It is so safe . I feel the waters pulling me ever deeper into their rise and fall...as though to rock me to sleep . I feel their hypnotic motion flowing into me , through me , whispering over and over, " Come. Dream. "
I feel myself slipping further into their depths. The silence holds me , sings to me , carries me ever-deeper into the endless depths. Slowly, I begin to see, as if i am waking in a world I've never seen before.
I see people wearing ragged clothes, carrying small bundles of their belongings.


I see tears and weariness on their faces. I see buildings in ruin. I see the dead and dying. I see men with guns walking , watching, silent .
I see such devastation, wherever i look .The people do not speak . I speak to them , but they pass by un-hearing. Slowly i realize , they cannot see or hear me .
" What is this place? What has caused this terrible devastation?, I ask out loud .
" You stand upon Mothers Earth. The hideous bombs and other means of destruction have resulted in the final blow. There will be no more wars. The armies have killed each other.
" The bombs were so many, and in so many places, that the very Earth revolted- split apart in several places.


" These people you see, are all that remains of humanity. The men carrying the guns do not yet realize the guns are useless to them. All are still in shock.
" We will assist these people. We will guide them to a safe place, where they may be nourished and protected. When they're able, they will rebuild, and help replenish the Earth .
" They will not remember this terrible day. When they can ( again), see and hear, they will see green pastures, and Oceans full of food. They will work the fertile soil, and revere all living creatures.
" They will enjoy abundant life; a peaceful life in perfect harmony with all universes. They will walk with, speak with ,and celebrate with their Creator .

" No more will these people know fear, disease, hatred, war, starvation or oppression. They will know love and goodness of health , mind and body .
" They will need , no more priests or prophets- For they shall live in the presence of the Father/Mother, as well as countless life forms of other universes.
" This transformation , this awakening , will take time, during which they will be guided and nourished; and , are able to see who they truly are .
" Unlike those who came before them , they will live and grow in the reality of love and trust, and truth .
" Those innocents who are no longer in the flesh, are also preparing for their own part in the completion of the Divine Plan. Those who caused the wars are now facing their life review. They will eventually, be healed and given the opportunity to restore , and make whole everything they abused, or hurt, or destroyed. They must work through their own self-judgments. They must see, and understand completely what they did . They must learn true forgiveness of self, and others, before they may become viable stewards.
" All life forms in every universe is a " Steward ", a care taker, of all other life- forms . there are no exceptions, no exemptions. It is the universal law, which too many of the earth plane forgot, or ignored. ( Both instances apply ).
" Those of the Earth plane could , if they choose, alter the course they travel. Very few years remain before that terrible day arrives.All the hatred and greed, the suffering will be for nothing. It will only hasten their demise, for what belongs to no-one except the Creator .

" The even sadder part of all this...They know deep with-in themselves that they are wrong, and are very close- dangerously close to that last day.
" Awaken with peace, and steady heart and mind ".

Healing Vision

Grandfather tells me it's time to walk the path into Dream Time. It is just before first light . There's a sense of stirring of creatures here in the otherwise silent woods. There's a misty veil that wanders along the path, and thru the open places among the trees .We move along, no word is spoken .Suddenly Grandfather stops, turns, and places his hands on my shoulders. He speaks wordlessly, and tells me to " sleep". Immediately, a circular motion wraps me completely. I'm carried far from here, and arrive at the Great Forest. I hear her singing- That low, maternal purr of panther.
I see her now,standing a few yards from me. She walks toward me, slowly. Each step , so silent, and so deliberate. I can see the muscles of her sleek form ripple. her eyes flash golden light that seems to inundate my very soul. She stops , turns enough so that i know i am to follow her. Her purr-like sound changes to a low hum. I can feel this hum beneath my feet, and all around me. The drums begin- a low, distant echo-like vibration that accompanies the hum.
Panther stops , turns, and changes form . The woman from before stands facing me .She speaks," Come with me . The others await our arrival ." She places her hands on either side of my head, near each temple .
The Drums, and hum accelerate in volume, and intensity. Several others join us at my friends bedside. Grandmother nods a silent greeting.We completely surround her sleeping form, and begin working. I am told to reach deep inside the interior of her stomach area. Others are doing likewise. No area of her inside is left unattended.
I can feel the muscles, tight and knotted. I move my hands, ( as it were ), in a massage like manner. Each knotted area begins to loosen and relax. I can see the life giving fluid begin to flow increasingly stronger.
Grandmother works on her ribs. Others work, her hips , her thighs, legs and feet.The woman attends to her neck, shoulders and back .
I am told to observe the changes occurring in all of these areas. Suddenly the dark knotted areas become lighter. The energy pulsing , ( moving in , around and thru every particle ),expands.The colors increase in healthy tones, until all the dark areas are gone .
Grandmother lifts her into her arms, as she would an infant .She chants softly, as she rocks back and forth .The others are gone. The Panther lays quietly near-by.
"Please assure her that great progress is already realized. She walks the correct path. she must balance modified exercise with rest and be at peace in nature , become one with Mother Earth as often as her body allows.She is a true warrior, and she will win this battle," Grandmother tells me .
Grandmother lifts her right hand to Skipingstones forehead, and presses the palm against the center. I see a trembling course thru Skipingstone. She then , places her on the bed. Standing back, she says to me ," We will work together very soon, for her sake. I will speak to her before our next gathering. It is time for you to sleep, DancingFire. I see that your perception is increasing very well. It will continue to do so .
" There is a new star rising. It is of great significance. It will address the question of war, or no war. It is for you and my beloved to remain focused on the path, and not on the turmoil around you . Know that all things are in the care of Great Spirit. Only Great Spirit has the power to bring all things to proper conclusion.
" Panther waits to take you back.Another word before you go . You can only heal in tandem with us. So many " Healers" believe falsely that they can heal on their own .
" Go in love and peace. We meet again very soon. "
Again, the panther's purring leads me back. I'm on the path, now alone.The drums sound faintly, and recede into utter silence.

Vision Geared Toward Healing

I have a close friend whom i have known for many years . She got sick and has many problems including Bad Arthritis.I do what i can .But in trying , I have had many Dreams and visions regarding healing ,These Dreams and Visions have continued in account.
Going into Dream-time : Grandfather looks steadily toward me . There's no escaping his gaze,nor those dark eyes. Immediately, we enter the path. No word passes between us, yet he tells me we must hurry .Ahead of us the Grey Wolf appears and as we get closer, the Grey wolf begins to circle around us. Grandfather chants softly. I watch ( follow with my eyes), as the Grey wolf walks a slow, measured pace . On the third circle, the Grey wolf and Grandfather are gone from my view. There's a strange movement, a shifting of landscape .
No longer on the familiar path, I find myself looking upward to a mountain . The peak of the mountain is hidden in the clouds .I am drawn to climb the steep , wandering path .It is not daylight , nor is it darkness. I cannot describe what it is , or how i can see, but i do . The climb is not easy , but not difficult . I see no one , no sign of life, not even an animal or bird;yet, I am not alone .
Part way up. I stop to look around . Below the valley is no longer visible . I search for a horizon, but , there is none . again, I walk upward. I begin to tire , and stop to rest . I can almost see the summit now .I sit down and lean against a huge rock formation .Cant seem to keep my eyes open .I feel myself drifting .Again, there's a sense of shifting , yet i am leaning still , against the boulder .Suddenly ,I see a form approaching me slowly, noiselessly, then ,I hear the low purr of Panther. Stopping with-in arms reach of me , she lays down on her left side. She is beautiful.When panther comes to me in a dream it is sometimes , Great,Great Grandmother .Panthers golden eyes hold my attention. I feel the awesome power of their golden light filling my mind . Once again, the sense of shifting envelopes me .The Panther and i stand together at the summit .Her low purring seems to wrap around me .Beyond the summit , I see , endless mountain ranges ,Bathed in wisps of diffused pale pinks and even more pale yellows .
The silence is like none i have known before . A voice tells me to begin walking away from the summit .I turn to look at the Panther ,to find she is no longer with me .Again, the voice calls ," Walk , Come to me ." I step clear of the summit. I'm moving in a dreamlike manner above the endless mountain ranges . The voice speaks again , "See the cascading waters ahead ? Pass thru the waters , and enter the temple square." I pass thru the iridescent waters, and stand in the midst of the temple square .People walk past and smile ." Go to the western gate", the voice tells me .
As i approach the western gate, I see a symbol etched on either side of the entrance . It looks like a large cursive L with a loop at the top, Not a printed L , but a written L.
My breath seems to stop for an instant. When i pass thru the archway, another intense shifting occurs .Ahead of me , I see a massive fountain with tiers of iridescent, cascading waters. On either side , at the back ,and at the front of the fountain are pillars of soft light .
Three women appear , accompanied by panther .Two come to stand at either side of me . The third, with the panther, leads us into a huge domed room. I see several people busy at a long table, but cannot see what occupies them .
We continue on to another area of this room ;yet, it seems set apart .We approach a softly lighted alcove, where she sits waiting . She stands and signals me to approach her . She is the woman I saw on the ledge. She smiles; and speaks , " yes , I am she . You are here to receive greater understanding. You want to know what the symbol means.
" The upper part is knowledge . The lower part is the eye of vision, and interpretation .All three are inter dependent . All three are , have ever been, inscribed in your soul .Now , your re- awakening has begun , you will travel many forgotten dimensions; and , experience anew the vision and knowledge inherent in your ancient being .
" You will know what you must write down;and, what must be held unwritten, until the appointed time .
" Very soon, you will begin your healing mission. You may( certainly), Study the book you're waiting for; but ,Know that there is no book that can provide you with what you already posses.
" The one who walks by your side knows the gift you posses. Listen to her . She is our voice, when you need to know,and, to be reminded .
" The drums , like the music, are a means of calling you to us . We appear in many ways, many forms, but always , you recognize who it is that calls .
" You must now,Return to the earth side; but , First, I will ask you to place your left hand to my forehead ." I do as she asks . Again, there's a strange sensation in the center of my head. The intense heat flows outward into brilliant streams of liquid fire . The low humming begins. I'm drifting. The drums begin in unison with the low humming sound . I feel the familiar circular motion . the drums, and the humming fade. I am returned. there's no sound, nor do i see anything. A sudden rushing sound envelopes me , then nothing .